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Rita handed Tony the small bottle of oil, but he set it aside for the moment.
They did not rush.
Pandey positioned himself between Nisha’s still-spread thighs. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her dripping slit, coating himself thoroughly, then pushed forward in one long, controlled thrust. Nisha’s back arched as he filled her completely. At the same time Tony straddled her chest, guided his heavy cock to her lips, and slid into her mouth until the head nudged the back of her throat.
They fucked her in a steady, relentless rhythm—Pandey driving deep into her cunt with powerful strokes, Tony using her throat with the same unhurried force. Every time Pandey bottomed out, Tony pushed deeper. Nisha’s muffled cries vibrated around the thick shaft filling her mouth. Her bound body rocked between them.
The first orgasm hit her hard. Her cunt clamped down on Pandey in strong, rhythmic pulses while she gagged and moaned around Tony’s cock. They did not stop. They kept the same deep pace until a second, even stronger climax tore through her minutes later. Her entire body convulsed; clear fluid spilled around Pandey’s shaft as she screamed her release against Tony’s cock.



The first orgasm built fast and brutal.
Nisha’s muffled cries grew higher around Tony’s thick cock. Her cunt began to flutter and clench. Then the wave crashed over her.
“Mmmmph—ohhhh—goddddddddd—coming—coming—!”
The words were broken and wet, forced out around the shaft stretching her throat. Her entire body arched hard against the cuffs. Her cunt clamped down on Pandey in strong, rhythmic pulses, milking him as clear fluid spilled around his cock. She kept moaning through it, the sounds vibrating against Tony’s shaft—
“Coming—nooooo—Tonyyyyy—Pandeyyyyy—”
They did not stop.
Pandey kept thrusting through her climax, the wet sounds louder now as she grew even slicker. Tony held himself deep in her throat, letting her gag and moan around him while the orgasm rolled on. When the first peak finally began to ease, they simply continued the same deep, punishing rhythm without giving her more than a few seconds of recovery.
The second orgasm rose almost immediately, sharper and more violent than the first.
Nisha’s eyes flew wide. Her thighs trembled hard against Pandey’s hips. The pressure in her belly coiled tight and then snapped.
“Ohhhh—goddddddddd—coming—again—coming—nooooooooo—Tonyyyyyyyy—Pandeyyyyyyy—!”
The scream tore out of her as best it could around the cock filling her mouth. Her body convulsed. Her cunt spasmed in powerful waves, squirting hard around Pandey’s thrusting shaft. Thick jets of clear fluid soaked his stomach and the sheets. She kept crying their names in broken, desperate sobs even as Tony continued to use her throat, the wet, choking sounds of her orgasm mixing with the slap of Pandey’s hips against her.
Only when the last violent tremors had begun to fade did they finally pull out.
Nisha collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny, cunt still twitching and dripping. Soft, broken whimpers continued to escape her with every breath as the two men looked down at the thoroughly used officer who had just come harder than she ever had in her life—twice—while screaming both their names




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After 2 hours rest....



Then the room changed.
Two large mirrors were rolled into place on opposite sides of a sturdy, waist-high table that looked like a padded examination base. The mirrors faced each other so that anyone bent over the table would see their own face, breasts, and the entire length of their body reflected clearly from both directions.
Tony unlocked Nisha’s ankle cuffs and hauled her upright. Her legs were unsteady. He guided her to the table and pressed her forward until her stomach and breasts rested on the cool padded surface. Her wrists were re-cuffed to the far edge so she could not rise. The position left her ass high and completely exposed.
Nisha was already shivering.
She could feel the weight of what was coming even if she did not yet know the exact shape of it.
Tony walked slowly around her, trailing one hand along her spine.
“You tortured so many of our goons in the lock-ups,” he said, voice almost conversational. “Made them scream. Broke them. Now you will feel exactly what you did to others.”
He laughed, low and dark.
“No, Tony… don’t…” Nisha’s voice cracked. She tried to twist her head to look at him, tried to put authority back into her tone. “You don’t know what you’re starting. When I get out of here—”
Tony simply pressed a firm hand between her shoulder blades and forced her to bend lower until her cheek almost touched the table. In the twin mirrors she could now see everything: her own flushed face, the mangalsutra still around her throat, her full breasts hanging and moving with every breath, and the raised curve of her ass.
Tony knelt directly behind her.
His face was level with her backside.
“Tony… what are you going to do? Please… not there… not there…”
He only laughed again. Then both of his open palms cracked down hard across her ass cheeks.
Thup. Thup.
The sharp, wet sounds of the slaps filled the room. Nisha jerked and let out a broken moan.
“Hmm—noo…”
“You have to watch,” Tony said, still kneeling. “Look in the mirror. Watch what I’m going to do to your ass.”
Pandey moved to the front of the table. He fisted a hand in Nisha’s hair and pulled her head up so she was forced to stare at her own reflection. His eyes were cold.
“You whore. You bitch. You made so many of our men die. You spoiled our business for years. Now look at your condition.”
He leaned down and kissed her hard, chewing on her lower lip until she moaned into his mouth.
“Hmmmm… hmmmmm…”
Behind her, Tony’s hands settled on both of her ass cheeks and spread them wide. In the mirror Nisha could see the small, tight, untouched pink hole that had never been used by her husband—or by anyone.
Tony’s voice was almost admiring.
“Look at that. So tiny. Your husband never touched this, did he? Still so tight and pretty.”
He laughed.
Pandey’s grip in her hair tightened.
“Look, saali randi. Keep your eyes open. Watch your own ass experiment in the mirror.”
Nisha tried to close her eyes. Pandey simply shook her head by the hair until she opened them again. In the twin reflections she saw everything: her own terrified, aroused face, the way her breasts swayed, and Tony’s hands holding her cheeks apart, exposing the tiny, vulnerable entrance that was about to be claimed.
Tony reached for the oil......



To be continues.....